Helena Lipstadt was born in Berlin and lives in Los Angeles and Blue Hill, Maine. Lipstadt’s poems have been featured in Rattling Wall, Lilith, Bridges, Sinister Wisdom, Trivia: Voices of Feminism, Medium and Common Lives, Lesbian Lives. Her writing has also appeared in the following anthologies: The Challenge of Shalom, From Memory to Transformation, and Every Woman I’ve Ever Loved: Lesbian Writers on Their Mothers, Lipstadt is the author of two chapbooks, Leave Me Signs and If My Heart Were A Desert. Her prose-poem Do Widzenia won silver in the Travelers Tales’ Solas Awards. Lipstadt has also been a writer-in-residence at the WUJS Institute’s Arad Arts Program in Arad, Israel, and at The Borderland Foundation in Sejny, Poland.
Playing Piano Between Wars All it takes is a tango. I play for her and she steps out. A hungry woman Deckle-edged, her slide of cheek turned away. I look for her asleep, awake, in concert halls, tearooms, in hotels. So many lovely chances. I hide behind the black piano, offer golden scales for her to climb from where brother death has laid her. Come, Mala, bring your sister of no grave, your mother, lost. Night after night I play for you, conjure you, tango
[image: Lovers in Pink | Marc Chagall]
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Helena Lipstadt’s poem, Playing Piano Between Wars, tugs stunningly on every dimension at once. I hear it from beginning to end.
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